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say one tltng; whether ! leave Ring
wood or whether stay, you will let me
sometimes come up the steps and go
over tho'+her heart became sof'
again for moment, and tears were iu
her voice.
~ mean, Joe, the dear old mil"
as that all?'' ne asked. yes, so long
as am there you can always visit it; but
he, il he sets foot on the ladder, I'll nin1
him down"
"You are not angry with mc?" She
looked up into his eyes, furtvcly. 81,
was playing with him, and yet she was
half in earnest, She liked him, but she
laughed at him-her elephant.
"Angry with you?' he asked. No
Trip, never ! have borne with much
from you already. | have borne with
| you this evening, but / am not angry
| only, Trip, 40, so sorry
1--WE SHAH remain friends"
"Alway9 your friend, but not yout
| friends friend -
"And, wherever | may be, you VIII
| think Of mc?"
~ never do other than think of YOU.
think of you with such pain and anguish
in my heart that it is like some deadly
disease which has taken hold of me enc
| is consuming me"
He spoke with avertcd head. He could
! nov trust IliilHCll TO meet her ewes.
as that al you have to say he asked
"that you may still come and see the
mill Thatn-his voice quivcrcd-"you
may some day drive up to the steps in you,
grand carriage with your coachman and
footmcn IN hveries, and your brass
mounted harness, and that you may get
| out of your carriage, dressed in pink
silk, with gloves and rings, grand as the
greatest lady and So so, with your para
sol over your face, and hat, and feather,
so, so, may come up and honor the
poor-as yOu called him once-dull Joe
Miller"
oh, foolish, unhappy Joe Why did
you speak i'm these terms? Why did you
call mp such n picture before the vain
girls minds eye, and spoil your only
chance of winning her, just as her heart
was yielding?
Yet it was well, perhaps, that he dc
thus unconbciously thrust her from him
They were not pair, the elephant aud
the fire ballOOnl
ayes" she said, "that is all, Joe, tha9,
1 had TO ash I called you back for moth
ing else"
without farewell he turned and
walked away; the same steady. heavy
tread, in tho same way with his head bent
down, and With his hands joined behind
his back.
As he walked away she still stood
watching him, and again did the same
regret make itself felt in her heart. Her
bosom hoaved, her eyes filled, her breath
came quick, and her fingers plucked at
the fringe OF her pretty light gown
He was u iear old fellow-old-he was
but young IN years, though Old iu
thought and feeling. Yes she did like
4 !. 10 g.l,,,
planted to another part of England. ana
, thrown among total strangers How
alone she would feel How She would
long for the wise head and the trusty
, heart of .'cel And now dimly, she be
: gan to see that he had been better
r friend 10 Der than her mother. Her
mother WAS urging her to sail on g
) wholly unknown sea, whereas she knew
all ahout RmgWood and Joe. She knew
how deep. bow still. how stormlcss was
, the Pacific ocean Of his heart; and what
r did she know of the character of the
l temper Of the principles of Mr.. Bopulort'
Then she recalled JCe's words about her
= future with INN. What if that forecast
| siIould prove trnc" What if after all her
| mothcr's efforts and her own ambitious
5 hope, The cnd aimed at should prove
t a Il Iusion; She did not in the least
: CIR, lor Nh Beaufort. He tl&tJored
her vanity, Eut he had not touched
her heart i!C had laid hold Of her by
I the worst tlhcrs Of her nature, whereas
= doc iicll hey by the few line, subtle, GyOd
y ones.
! chen she Grind OFT again, Joe, ,Jocn'
IcrhaVs he was too far away to hear
c her voice he did not turn. He was fur
thcr VOW than he had been when first
e called and brought back.
t She waited for him to halt in his walk
d She waited IN win. Then she felt IN her
pocket; by soee caprice she had slipped
| Cfor no reason that she could give the
f whistle into it, he had made for her some
n years ago. She put it to her lips and
o whistled, whistled loudly, shrilly. with
y all the strength of her breath.
Then she paused, and, holding the
$ whistle, waited. She waited in vain. Joe
t walked on. He did not stop, he did not
c hesitate in his walk.
. lie knew her mood better than She
. knew herself. lie had heard her call
he had heard The whistle, and he walked
! on.
Then the tears that had risen to her
eyes became tears Of mortified vanity, as
they dropped from her lashcs She
i stamped her little foot on the gravel, and
. tossed her bead He did not really love
3 her, if he would not return when She
h called. Was she NOT worth the trouble
e of retracing few steps apparently he
o thought not. There were others who val
+ ued her higher.
d At that very moment Mr. Beaufort
was beside her.
i "Mss Rcdfcrn, " he said, II heard yo1r
y whistle, and the trusty canary has flown
t to your finger am here Your mother
t has been ASKING for you, ana offered to
20 in quest May ! 1latter myself that The
t whistle was 20 call me-
c She said nothing. She might he giIdy,
d but was not capable of a lie
e ''Ihis in tine park, said Mr.. Beau
e fort, "but You should see mine in Glou-
. cestcrshire. This is small mine covers
n three times Ghe amount of land, and my
t trees are finer, my deer more numerous
f and fattcr
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